Que the fireworks, It's July!

And I'm not talking about just America's Birthday.

Nope.

This week marks a year since I left Indiana. It's strange to think that one year has passed. It's even stranger to look back and see all that I've done, all that I've seen, everyone I've met in a mere 365 days.

It (as cliched as it sounds) feels like just yesterday that I hopped on the plane and headed back West.

My goal this summer is to write more. I don't think it's really working.

We're kicking off a fantastic round of camp visits. I got lost in the woods yesterday. Nothing to dramatic, but you know, almost had to use the flairs. I'm heading down South on Monday to visit a few more camps. I'm looking forward to getting back to the LA area----even though I'll be surrounded by trees, not celebs.

Week after that S and I are going to Yosemite for another work week. Road Trip! It'll be a long drive, but maybe we'll see some big trees.

Talk about being one with Nature.